daily he
looks to the horizon
girds his knickers
runs through the night

often i
think of the future
gird my thoughts
stop dead in my tracks

daily he
awakens to find he’s run to far
cannot return to where he came
so
he girds his knickers
runs

often i
awaken to find i’ve gone nowhere
but cannot return to
who i was

i gird my knickers
up
(higher than i should)
sprint into oblivion

where i find
people call them pants.